Pastoral
God must rather bushhog than disc
I’m thinking
cause always when I’m bushhogging
there comes a point of trinity
where the tractor swings a wide
triad of cones to cut
to a final swath of Bahia.
And discing is row after row
like the Pharisees and Sadducees
so carefully cut beyond thinking
rolling a skin of Earth before
sin and the erosion thereof.
Like rain would be dew
in Eden but
there’s either too much or not enough.
I read
in the Progressive Farmer the other day
it rained
seventy-four inches in one day
on Cilaos.
Things like that ought not happen
I’m thinking
though I honestly can’t say I know
much about Cilaos
but here there’s flights of puffweed
washing of solums.